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defectivehero · 1 month

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If you'd like, please write about an injured hero who needs to be carried around by villain! >:D

“One more complaint and I’m dropping you,” the villain announces, briefly readjusting their grip. They have one arm looped under the hero's knee and the other supporting their enemy's back.

The hero has been steadily avoiding eye contact, instead looking ahead. They look a bit flustered, for some reason. “This is humiliating,” the hero sighs, looking down at their ankle with a menacing glare.

“Yes, it is humiliating,” the villain agrees, an annoyed expression on their face as they stare ahead. They thank the stars that they're walking down a rather narrow and abandoned side street. They wouldn't be able to do this downtown, in broad daylight—both because they're too prideful, and because someone may recognize them. “Maybe if you had paid attention instead of tripping over nothing-”

“Hey, that’s not very nice bedside manner,” the hero interjects. The villain has to take a moment to process that statement.

“Bedside manner is for people who are ill or dying,” the villain sighs, “You’re just dramatic.” Gods, why do they even bother? They could be at home right now, washing the dried blood from their skin and melting under the warm water from their shower. Instead, they're carrying the hero across town as if they're some sort of delivery service. Absolutely ridiculous.

“You haven’t dropped me,” the hero points out. They look far too smug for the villain's liking. Indeed, their next remark nearly makes the villain's jaw crack from how hard they're gritting their teeth. “So I must be doing something right.”

The villain takes a deep breath, trying to maintain their composure. Leave it to their enemy to make a simple act of kindness so painful, overcomplicated, and tedious. “You’re clinging onto my neck so tightly that I’ll get whiplash if I drop you,” the villain feels the need to point out.

“Fair enough,” the hero acquiesces. After a moment’s contemplation, they loosen their grip on their neck. The villain can almost feel the weight slowly seeping from their shoulders. They had underestimated the hero's grip strength, it seems.

They expect the hero to be still once more, but their enemy doesn't relax. It only takes a few moments for them to snap. "Stop squirming," the villain demands.

"I was loosening my grip, asshole-" The hero seethes irritatedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, what was that?" The villain asks, making a show of looking around at the empty street around them. "Was I just insulted for helping my enemy back to their agency—which, might I say, is an entirely voluntary and selfless act of heroism?"

The hero scoffs and rolls their eyes. "Oh, please," they huff. The villain gets the feeling that, if their arms were free, they'd cross them over their chest in indignation. "You wouldn't know heroism if it punched you in the face."

The villain just stares at them, waiting for them to catch on to what they just said. The hero connects the dots moments later, as they evidently realize that they themself have indeed punched the villain in the face before.

An awkward tension clings to the air. The villain continues walking down the street towards the hero's agency, internally cursing their pure heart. If this is how inconvenient it is to be a hero, then they don't plan on doing anything remotely good ever again.

Mercifully, the building begins to appear in the distance. As the villain crosses the street, the hero begins to murmur. “Let’s go in through the back,” they say, “Just turn the corner, there’s a door back there-”

“Oh, absolutely not,” the villain interjects immediately. "If we're doing this, then we're doing this." They readjust their grip once more and stroll towards the elaborate front doors of the city's top superhero agency. They can feel the hero stiffen in their arms.

“Please, no,” the hero begs them. The villain doesn’t bother listening, instead continuing to walk purposefully towards the entrance. The security is laughably lax at this hour. It's when they cross the threshold of the entrance that the hero attempts to break free from their grasp. Thankfully, the villain had been expecting them to do just that, and they manage to hold tight.

The villain pointedly clears their throat, satisfied with the way the occupants of the foyer immediately swivel around and stare with gazes of recognition. “I think I have something of yours,” they announce, looking down at the hero in their arms. At this point, the hero is positively wriggling in their arms—desperate for escape. The villain finally decides to take pity on them and they release their grip, leaving the hero to fall to the ground.

“Ouch.” The hero mutters once they hit the ground. The villain rolls their eyes, knowing that the hero managed to break their fall with a tactical roll and land without injury. They push themselves to stand on one foot and someone nearby rushes to their side, providing them adequate support to remain balanced on one side.

Everyone's eyes are on them, as if they're waiting for the villain to do something. "You may carry on," the villain orders, when a few seconds pass and the onlookers continue to stare expectantly. Their voice seems to break through the confusion and anticipation, and the people scattered around the space return to whatever they were doing. "I've done my civic duty for the year." They mutter to themself, turning on their heel and heading for the door.

"Hey." The hero's voice makes them freeze in place. The villain inhales slowly, summoning more patience. They turn around and manifest a calm expression.

"What?" They ask, struggling to keep the frustration from their voice.

"Thanks." The hero smiles.

"Just- don't let it happen again," the villain answers, looking away from the hero's far-too-bright smile. They turn on their heel and walk away, pushing away any and all feelings born from their enemy's gratitude.

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the villain, holding the hero by the scruff of their neck: look what i foundddd!

the villain: this heroism stuff sucks. the hero: *expresses their gratitude and smiles* the villain, visibly flustered: now hold on a second...

this dynamic really amuses me. I can't get rid of the mental image of the villain holding the hero by the scruff of the neck like a kitten, and the hero just kind of hanging there in defeat. good stuff.

the villain lies awake that night, unable to stop thinking about the hero. :3

and thanks to the anon who sent this request! I posted a cry for help yesterday very briefly and then got embarrassed and deleted it, but! the original point still stands: my ask box is open! send me stuff and i *may* write it!

if ur reading this, ily <3 hehe

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the-modern-typewriter · 3 months

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Hi! I’m looking for some more tumblr writing blogs similar to yours if you had any recommendations you’d be willing to share!

There are a lot of hero and villain writers on tumblr! @creweemmaeec11 has a whole community going, so may be more up to date than me!

(Sorry if this list misses anyone! It's by no means exhaustive.)

@gingerly-writing, @yourheartonfire, @thepenultimateword, @trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room, @saltydumplings, @save-the-villainous-cat, @creweemmaeec11, @amethystpath-writes, @selene-stories, @some-messed-up-writing-for-you, @onestopheroxvillain, @booberryfun, @watercolorfreckles, @vigilantetendencies, @enemies-to-idiots-to-lovers, @nuttynutcycle, @defectivehero, @caffeinewitchcraft, @recklessfiction, @snowshowerwriting, @deckofaces

Anyone else who writes in the hero/villain, enemies to lovers, romance/fantasy ballpark, please feel free to add your name so people can find you!

#writeblr #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain community

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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i mean yes there are a bunch of writers for this tag but. I can only find like mha characters x f!reader for some reason so if you don't mind please lead me to those other writers

BRO ARE YOU KIDDING ME THERE ARE SO MANY

@epiclamer

@some-messed-up-writing-for-you

@avvail

@gingerly-writing

@the-modern-typewriter

@creweemmaeec11

@watercolorfreckles

@amethystpath-writes

@nuttynutcycle

@saltydumplings

@autocrats-in-love

@thepenultimateword

@lesbianwriter

@defectivehero

@snowshowerwriting

And seriously, so many more. In the last year the community grew like crazy. Just search for hero x villain and try not to get overwhelmed by the abundance.

#no writing #GASP

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justbreakonme · 1 year

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Dear justbreakonme,

Tis I the ominous crab, I am here to propose a concept. I have already tormented @autocrats-in-love and @defectivehero with this concept and now it is your turn dear justbreakonme !

How long do you think it would take you to notice if you were in a tube water slide but it was infinite and just never ended? Like it looked normal from the outside but once you got in it just kept going. You couldn’t climb back up because the water would just push you back down. How would that make you feel? How would you feel knowing you were going to be in wet isolated tube forever?

Sure there are occasionally turns in the slide and the lights get dimmer when it’s night and the water park is empty, but everyday until infinity you are stuck looping inside a water slide.

Sincerely,

🦀🔪

#infinitube

This is by far the most alarming ask that I’ve ever gotten.

I’d say maybe 2 minutes, 5 tops, then from there? Honestly, I’d probably go through the stages of grief knowing that my family and friends would have no clue where I had gone or what had happened to me and that I’d leave a lot of things unfinished.

My parents would have lost two children, and I wouldn’t get to be the third generation author in my family, and my siblings would lose their oldest sister.

I don’t know what would happen to my best friend. I love my best friend so much and I know he feels the same way about me, and the idea of disappearing on him without a trace breaks my heart more than anyone could ever know.

I’d never get to see my cat full grown, my car would sit unmoving for who knows how long, and I’d never get to know my youngest cousin.

Eventually, I’d probably grow apathetic, knowing everyone I’d ever loved would be long gone, and then from there, that’d be it. Blank nothingness.

I don’t know if this was the kind of answer you had been looking for but I can’t even think about losing my best friend and family without crying so that’s all that I’d really care about. I’ve been going through a really hard time recently and sometimes I still have that nagging thought in the back of my head that it would just be easier to stop, but it’s quickly brushed away for all these reasons, and I’m glad.

#tw death #sort of #akin to death #not whump #asks #ominous crab #tw suicidal thoughts #slight mention #tw suicide

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just-a-space-rabbit · 1 year

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Dear @just-a-space-rabbit ,

Tis I the ominous crab, I am here to propose a concept. I have already tormented @autocrats-in-love and @defectivehero and @justbreakonme and now it is your turn!

You couldn’t climb back up because the water would just push you back down. You wouldn’t be able to get dry enough to get any traction.

Sure there are occasionally turns in the slide and the lights get dimmer when it’s night and the water park is empty, but everyday until infinity you are stuck looping inside a water slide.

How would that make you feel? How would you feel knowing you were going to be in wet isolated tube forever?

Sincerely,

🦀🔪

#infinitube

Hello ominous crab, and what an ominous question O_O

Well, the boring answer to that is: Never. Since I loathe tube water slide, and just would not probably never go into one if I can.

But if I were forced into one, then probably around a minute? Depending on how big it looked like from the outside. And I’m going to be honest it’s sound like one of the worst places to be stuck at in infinity. A small, wet, cold, and noisy place, with the constant smell of chlorine. I’m not sure at what time I would have gone mad from it all.

Since you said I’ll be there until infinity, so I’ll take it as I can’t starve or die. in that case I think that at one point I’ll probably just lay down in the water in acceptance and forget my surroundings, as I rather explore my imagination and probably create a imaginary world were tube water slide and chlorinated water dose not exist.

So yeah… um… hope that is a good answer? And thank you for the ask :)

#ask #🦀🔪#infinitube

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Tis I the ominous crab,

You know what you did @sterickswrites I have already tormented @autocrats-in-love and @defectivehero and @justbreakonme , And now as consequence of being someone whose writing I enjoy you shall face the infinitube.

You couldn’t climb back up because the water would just push you back down. You wouldn’t be able to get dry enough to get any traction.

Sure there are occasionally turns in the slide and the lights get dimmer when it’s night and the water park is empty, but everyday until infinity you are stuck looping inside a water slide.

How would that make you feel? How would you feel knowing you were going to be in wet isolated tube forever?

Sincerely,

🦀🔪

#infinitube #polar express #why did that movie look like that? #ominous crab

Oh my goodness, Ominous Crab, can I call you Ominous? Or would you prefer Crab?

That sounds like torture. And I feel like it wouldn't take me very long to realize it's an infinite tube.

I will say, that is one way to do aquamation, perhaps a little inefficient, but an interesting way lol.

Also THANK YOU! Polar Express the film hits the creepy valley so hard for me. And literally everyone in my family made fun of me when I said that it freaked me out. My fiance really wanted to watch it, so I had to lay on the bed with my back turned to the screen and listen (listening is ok!) and then they would tell me when it was just landscapes and I can look

Thank you for stopping by, Ominous Crab. Please feel free to visit any time (and request or drop interesting conundrums)

#serickswrites #asks

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ao3feed-snape · 1 year

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dancing around you

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/20xv9nC

by defectivevillain (defectivehero)

“You’re rather popular, tonight,” Severus scoffs, once the two of you are back in the Great Hall. For some reason, he almost sounds annoyed. You then remember that the two of you have been together for most of the night, and that any distraction would indirectly affect him too. You push down your guilt and pinch the bridge of your nose. It’s not like you asked for any attention. You would have been fine to stalk the shadows.

In which Severus and you have to be chaperones at the Yule Ball.

Words: 1724, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of heartburn

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Severus Snape, Reader, Minerva McGonagall, Hogwarts Students

Relationships: Severus Snape & Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Minerva McGonagall & Reader, Minerva McGonagall & Severus Snape

Additional Tags: Triwizard Tournament (Harry Potter), Yule Ball (Harry Potter), Ambiguous Relationships, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Pining, Jealousy, BAMF Minerva McGonagall, Minerva McGonagall & Severus Snape Friendship, Ballroom Dancing, no pronouns used, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, GN Reader, male reader - Freeform, Reader is a Hogwarts Professor

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/20xv9nC

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape

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rekhyt-of-arcadia · 2 years

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“I was destined for this,” the Master grinned, gesturing madly to Gallifrey's ruins with their arms. The Doctor scoffed.

“No,” they objected, clenching their fists. “You were destined to play the role of the failed antagonist. You were never meant for more than that. So, be quiet and play the part you were given.”

Timeless Children additional scene (slightly au) where the Doctor has had enough of the Master's gloating and killing.

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #the master #the dhwan!master #the doctor #timeless child #gallifrey #additional scene?#au? maybe?#defectivehero #originally a writing prompt #sacha dhawan #jodie whittaker #my post

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defectivehero · 2 months

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Please write about a nb hero who is big on "not owing anyone money" and "its my problem and weight, let me carry it" and "please let me pay u back" and "its your money even if you spend it on me"

And a nb snarky millionaire (by evil methods) villain who is obsessed with their hero and is like "let me spoil u bbg" and *casually throws money around for hero* and very big on "I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR U" but hero is too fucking dense to actually believe rhe villain.

this snippet completely spiraled out of my control (as most things do).

It all started with that damned news article. In hindsight, perhaps the hero shouldn't have been as forthcoming as they were. But, they wanted the world to know that the life of a hero wasn't always glamorous. They just... didn't expect for the journalist to capitalize on the single remark they made, the single huff of laughter they let out when asked about the wages. Days later, when the article released, the hero was stunned.

Heroism: A Thankless Job

The hero remembers the dread coiling in their chest as they opened the newspaper to find the article, apprehension increasing as they digested the information. That picture of their apartment complex... they don't remember consenting to release that information. Granted, the journalist kept them as a nameless, anonymous hero. But, it wouldn't take a huge leap in logic to connect the dots—to find the building's tenants and cross-reference those names with the hero agencies nearby. The hero just hoped an average reader wouldn't take the incentive to do something like that. They spent the rest of that day struggling to keep their paranoia at bay. It took them a while to fall asleep that night.

Fortunately, they slept well and their anxieties seemed to fade. The hero stumbled through their morning routine and opened their front door an hour later, ready to greet the day, only to nearly trip on a package. They had frowned and taken the package inside, unable to shake the recognition that they hadn't ordered anything to be delivered. Upon opening the package, they found a single unmarked envelope. Their jaw had dropped to the floor once they found the bills inside—an amount more than their typical paychecks.

Little did the hero know, this would be far from the last time they received an unmarked package with a far too generous, entirely unexplained gift inside. At first, the gifts were just small things: a collection of medical grade bandages and antiseptic, a new sweater after they spilled coffee on theirs at work, a care package with things like cough medicine and tissues that appeared the day they got sick. The hero was still profoundly uncomfortable with the idea of some mysterious benefactor providing them with these things, but at least the packages were small. The magnitude of the first gift hadn't been matched since, and the hero couldn't help but feel grateful.

Amidst their hero work and their daily life, the hero found their mind quickly returning to the question of their gift-giver's identity. It had to be someone they interacted with fairly often, considering the far too accurate timing of several of the gifts. One time could be dismissed as a mere coincidence; a box of cough medicine a mere hour after they found themself bedridden, however... That is an entirely different story.

The gifts continue, but, thankfully, they are small in scale. The hero still feels horribly guilty about being entirely unable to pay this person back, but there's almost nothing they can do. Their benefactor clearly doesn't want to make themself known, and that's fine. Really, it is.

Until there is another envelope. This time, their mystery patron doesn't bother concealing their gift within a package. Instead, the hero opens their mailbox to find an unmarked burgundy envelope. Dread coiling in their chest, they look around—foolishly hoping that their gift giver would somehow have a change of heart and decide to show themself—before heading back inside. The hero sits on their sofa and takes a deep breath, before opening the envelope with care.

What they see is enough to make their hands tremble and their grip falter, allowing the envelope to slip down to the floor. They hold their present in disbelief.

It's a check—for more money than they could possibly fathom having. This sum is so large that the hero wouldn't have to work another day in their life. They would be able to live comfortably without earning so much as a single penny on their own.

The thought sickens them. "I can't accept this," the hero breathes aloud. They look down at their apartment's hardwood flooring as if it will give them the answers they're looking for.

"I don't recall asking you to." The hero jumps, looking up to find the villain standing before them. How they got there, the hero doesn't have the faintest idea. They blink at them for a moment, wondering how they didn't connect the mysterious gifts to the villain sooner. Their enemy has always had access to extremely high-tech weaponry and state of the art medicine (judging from their utter lack of scars despite their numerous fights); not to mention, they've had an inexplicable disregard for finances for as long as the hero can remember. It's all beginning to make sense now.

The villain takes a step closer and the hero remembers their remark. "I'm serious," they say with a frown. "Why are you doing this? Do you want me to owe you? ...Is that what this is? Want to, I don't know, kick me while I'm down? You're such a good person, helping the needy." The latter statement is spoken with venom.

"No, of course not," The villain argues.

"Then why?" The hero repeats, the volume of their voice rising as they get more frustrated. They take a deep breath and clench their fist at their side. They're still holding the check in their other hand, and despite the fact that it's nearly weightless, they can feel a pressure pushing their hand down. "And, more importantly, how in the hell did you get this much money?" The hero hears themself ask.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answers to," the villain says lightly. There's a darkness to their eyes that suggests the hero should cease this line of questioning. They take another deep breath.

"You're assuming I'll just... accept this," the hero realizes aloud. That familiar itching feeling is rising to meet their skin, and they're becoming less convinced that they should stop it.

"Perhaps."

The hero blinks at them once, twice. The villain refuses to break eye contact; their gaze almost urging them to do it—to use their powers to turn the check to ash. The hero gives into the flames prickling along their skin and summons their fire in the palm of their hand. It will only take a moment, maybe two, for the bottom of the paper to char. From there, it will only be a matter of time. The hero watches in anticipation.

...But nothing happens.

"Did you really think I'd be foolish enough to give you a check you could just burst into flame?"

The hero stares ahead blankly, their ears ringing. The villain's expression blurs into a twisted smile. A figment of their imagination or reality? The hero hears their breaths, ragged and half-panicked in their ears.

"I don't understand," the hero repeats hollowly. They don't understand anything that's happening—anything that happened that led them to this very moment, standing before the villain and holding a check that their enemy gave them.

"You don't have to understand," the villain says, crossing their arms over their chest. "I'm not asking you to understand. Hell, I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm ordering you to cash this check."

The hero's tongue is ironed to the roof of their mouth. Even if they desired to speak, they don't think they'd be able to.

The villain notices their speechlessness and sighs. "I didn't want things to come to this, but..." They break off. "As I predicted, you're stubborn as hell, and self-sacrificing to a fault." The hero doesn't have the energy to be offended or outraged.

"So," the villain drawls, their arm falling to their side quickly. The hero blinks and they're suddenly being held at gunpoint. "Go to your bank. Now." The hero suspects the weapon is more than a gun—and they don't care to find out just what it can do. It appears they really have no choice. The villain is forcing their hand.

An hour later, the hero is walking out of the bank with sunken shoulders. "There," the villain says, clapping a hand on their shoulder and leading them out of the building. "That wasn't so hard, now, was it?" Upon closer examination, the villain's weapon is nowhere in sight—as if it simply vanished in thin air. The unlikely pair walks down the street and heads back to the hero's car. The hero ignores the domesticity of it all, securing their seatbelt over themself. The villain doesn't seem keen to wear their seatbelt, so the hero reaches across and buckles their rival's seatbelt for them before they can object.

"I'll transfer the money back to you tomorrow," the hero announces as they're driving down the street, back towards their apartment. Their eyes are locked on the road, yet they somehow know that the villain's gaze is fixated on them with frightening focus.

"We both know you won't," the villain hums with certainty. The hero hates that they're right, hates that their rival can read them so damn easily. Their hands tighten around the steering wheel and the rest of the ride is suffocated with a horrible silence.

When the hero arrives back home, they can't shake the realization that the villain seems deeply pleased. They say as much to their enemy, who hums.

"Of course I'm pleased," the villain says, "If I knew this was all it would take to get you to accept a much-needed gift, I would've done it eons ago."

The hero takes a deep breath, struggling not to cry. It's been a long day, and they're reaching their limit. "I think you've humiliated me enough today," they announce. "Can you leave?" Please, the hero thinks to themself.

"I suppose," the villain sighs dramatically. They take one step to the door, then another. Just before their hand can clasp the doorknob, the hero feels one last objection fall from their lips.

"That money could go to far more deserving people and causes," the hero chokes out. They're choking on their own pride, choking on the simultaneous acknowledgment that they need money and the horrible knowledge that almost no one in their situation has an out like the one they were just presented with.

The villain turns around to face them, clearly moments away from rolling their eyes. "Do I look like a philanthropist to you?" The hero shakes their head, their throat burning. Their enemy nods in confirmation and turns back around. They twist the doorknob and tug the door open.

"You deserve nice things, you know." The villain's parting remark is murmured so quietly that the hero convinces themself they imagine it. The hero watches their front door close and waits a few moments before locking it. They turn around, their back to the door, and slide down to the ground with their head in their hands.

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flava-proelium · 7 years

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💄(THIS WILL BE A MISTAKE)

Makeup Disaster - @defectivehero

± “I’ll give you ten seconds to run away from me before I key lock you.” The shade was not right for her body type, and couldn’t afford makeup remover. He better hope that water could eventually rub it off. She’d hate to look like an idiot and ask one of her female coworkers how to remove it.

She had been out for several minutes after hitting her head pretty hard. The Ex-SOLDIER must have had a bit of fun in his spared time, though frankly, he could have just killed her off right. Though why he had not done so as of yet was not on the top of her priority. If he was going to play dress up, at least pick colors that looked good on her. Even if she normally did not care.

#defectivehero #;; Confirm or Deny (Answered Inquiries) ;;#;; Spared Time (Queue)

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ffvii-aesthetics · 7 years

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What if, I wasn’t meant to be a hero? After all, death only seems to follow me. But it hasn’t taken me yet.

Made for a canon-divergent Evil!Cloud Strife.

#FFVII #Final Fantasy VII #Final Fantasy Aesthetics #AU Aesthetics #defectivehero

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booberryfun · 2 years

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Ehem,

Dear Heroes, Villains, Sidekicks, Superheroes, Supervillains (including retired ones) Civilians, Witches, Wizards, even Whumpers, Whumpees and Caretakers (if you find the following question interesting) and literally everyone else,

If you were a villain, what would your backstory be?

I’m tagginggg:

@kitsunesakii @letthebodyfall @livingforthewhump @corruptedtwibunny @creweemmaeec11 @amethystpath-writes @a-blue-comedy @avvail @akawrites000 @bleeding-letters @coffeewritesfiction @chocomarsuniverse @deckofaces @defectivehero @enemies-to-idiots-to-lovers @epiclamer @equestrianwritingsstuff @esperosisdoeswriting @flowerypeaches @gingerly-writing @galaxy-mermaid-musi @gwenapple @itsleighlove @kaiwewi @kactus-loves-writing @larinzz @letters-unsending @literally-just-kirby @morallygreyprompts @mirohtron @nuttynutcycle @nightfrostshadow @obsessed-over-hot-villains @omegaventus @phoenixisdabestwriter @paperburrows @playssilly @romancepromptsforthevillainous @rainy-knights-of-villany @some-messed-up-writing-for-you @the-modern-typewriter @the-tsar-unanswerable @thepenultimateword @token-homosexual @the-luminol-writer @undeadnotunreasonable @vigilantetendencies @villainsandcivilians @watercolorfreckles @wisteria-whump

Feel free to tag more people I’m dyinggg to know ><

#hero #villain #civilian #sidekick #supervillain #superhero #prompt #writing prompt #hero x villain prompt #hero x villain community #whumper #whumpee #caretaker #muhahaha I can finally get some insights on why you guys choose villainy

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creweemmaeec11 · 3 years

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What I'm So Afraid Of

The villain hesitated for a moment, and it made the hero's heart sink.

"Come on, I only asked what your favourite colour was. That's like, the easiest question I could think of!"

The villain fidgeted, looking to the ground, an expression like they were mad at themselves. Regardless, they relented.

"It's... uh, blue,"

"Blue..." the hero deadpanned, unimpressed and disappointed by the uncertainty in the other's voice.

"it is!" The villain urged, but the hero just shook their head.

"It's okay, I get it, you still don't trust me yet," the hero replied as they stood up, trying to sound like they were unbothered despite how obvious the hurt was in their voice.

"What!? No! Of course I trust you! It's just-"

"Don't, please." The hero replied, "having trust issues and needing more time to trust me is one thing. And that's okay! I don't mind that." they explained, "but.. lying to me about it is another," the hero fidgeted, "I- I know you're only trying to make me feel better, but..."

The hero sighed, running their fingers through their hair, "I'm gonna head to bed early tonight. I'll see you in the morning, okay?" they said, trying for a smile before turning and walking off toward their bedroom leaving a very sad and guilty feeling villain on the couch behind them.

It wasn't that they didn't *trust* the hero, in fact, they would trust the other with their life; that wasn't the problem.

No, the *problem* was the villain themselves. Who -and, more importantly, *what*,- they were.

What if something made them remember just what kind of monster they were dating?

The villain waited a full hour before going to bed themselves, quietly slipping into the dark bedroom, relieved to see their partner was sound asleep.

The hero was laid on their side, facing them, but had their face half-buried in the blankets. The sight brought a small, silent, yet pained smile to the villain's face.

As quietly as possible, they slipped into their side of the bed, looking down at the hero next to them.

The villain sighed, "I really wish you'd listen to me sometimes when I say you deserve so much better," they whispered, reaching over to very gently tuck a strand of the hero's hair behind their ear.

"I'm not afraid to tell you something as personal as my biggest fear, I'm afraid of how you'll react when the answer is: losing you,"

They glanced over, admiring the sleeping hero next to them.

"I'm not afraid to tell you simple stuff like my favourite pastry is a cinnamon bun. I'm afraid of telling you that's because it's the only pastry I've ever *had,* after *you* got me one,"

The villain brushed over the hero's hair gently, something they always did to help the other sleep, smiling when the hero leaned into the touch.

"My coolest talent is I can pick almost any lock. I can't tell you my parent's names cuz' I never knew them. You already know what my hobbies and bad habits are," they explained, laughing under their breath slightly at the last one before continuing, "but any of those things could just serve to remind you what kind of monster you sleep with every night,"

The villain shook their head, huffing a laugh of self-pityI'm, "and I'm certainly not afraid to tell you my favourite colour is ocean blue, I'm afraid to tell you it's because that's the colour of your eyes. What... what if you think that's creepy?" They took a deep breath, "I've *never * not trusted you. I'm not scared of giving you information. Im afraid it will make you finally remember what I am, and that you've made a mistake. I'm terrified of not waking up beside you,"

They glanced over again, and thankfully the hero was still asleep.

The villain gave a deep sigh, before leaning down to kiss the top of their lover's head gently.

"I'm sorry," they whispered, before pulling back up and-

Awake. The hero was awake.

Their eyes were all but *gleaming* up at the villain next to them, a smile plastered on their face.

The villain immediately froze, statue still, like a mouse that had been spotted by a cat.

Except this mouse also lit up a bright firetruck red.

How long had the hero been awake!?

The hero laughed, genuinely, but before the villain could react, the hero grabbed their hips, pulling them closer on the bed and subsequently causing the villain to topple over backwards.

"You're forgiven, you big dork," the hero replied with a smile, hands still on the other's hips as they supported themselves to loom over the villain below.

They giggled again at whatever expression they received, not giving their partner a chance to reply before leaning down to bring their lips together.

"I never knew you could be so soft and sweet," the hero teased when they finally broke, lifting themselves to look down at the other again.

The villain somehow blushed more. "You weren't supposed to know..." they muttered, pouting and glancing away, "I was afraid-"

"Well, believe it or not," the hero replied, cutting them off and leaning down to kiss the other's nose, who squeaked, "you've got nothing to be afraid of,"

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